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Opposite the hotel was a barren little park, as wretched as only the park of a dirty little town can be, but for Tereza it had always been an island of beauty: it had grass, four poplars, benches, a weeping willow, and a few forsythia bushes.
He was sitting on a yellow bench that afforded a clear view of the restaurant entrance. The very same bench she had sat on the day before with a book in her lap! She knew then (the birds of fortuity had begun alighting on her shoulders) that this stranger
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― The Unbearable Lightness of Being
― The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
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